Showing posts with label Love Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Story. Show all posts

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Ye Maaya Chesave (Vinnai Thaandi Varuvaya): About the 'unpredictable woman'!

So, K Balachander has written to Gautam Vasudev Menon raving about his latest movie Ye Maaya Chesave (Original 'Vinnai Thaandi Varuvaya' in Tamil meaning “Will You Come Down the Sky?”) and told him he is the next icon. It's unfair to compare both the versions as the climax seems to vary. The producers of Telugu version, in line with widely-held belief that Telugu audience would NEVER accept a sad/less-than-shubham card kind of ending, changed the the original 'unhappy' climax. So the very intent of the movie is lost in Telugu version. That is because the movie was implying an unhappy ending all through. There was hardly a scene where the two lovers were uninhibited about their love. In fact, the movie was peppered with dialogues like "she is my one-way ticket to heartbreak city!" from the guy and "let me feel this pain, I like this pain" from the girl. It is the stylised picturization, background score and Music that makes this movie look like a mushy love story and not the content.

And compounding the intent-loss is the fact that as in his previous movie, Menon focuses self-indulgently on his story-telling and not the story. As he himself says "More than falling in love, therefore, the film’s story focuses on “what happens in the next moment.” It is kind of running commentary, day in and day out of a guy who just fell in love. The guy is spontaneous and the Girl so confused. And Love being such a complex emotion, the story shows its two protagonists in behaviours outside the realm of reason or logic. The lady is in a iterative loop of indecision and the guy in a similar loop of hope and frustration, depending on his lady's mood. All love stories dished out in Indian movies more or less revolve around external hurdles like families, villains or external circumstances. Maniratnam's 'Sakhi' (Alaipayuthey in Tamil, Saathiya in Hindi) was the only reasonable exception to dig into the lovers' psyche to create a conflict. But that was a case of love after marriage. But Menon takes the big challenge by creating conflict from the lovers' own complexities. After all, in a world this complex when guys and girls do lot of thinking to decide what they want, accepting someone as love and then life-partner is no simple thing. Menon exposes these predicaments, vulnerabilities and fragility in the romance by relying on the universally celebrated 'women are unpredictable' stereotype. Even in Telugu we have this famous line 'Adavaarimaatalaku ardhaleverule' (Women speak something but mean something else). So here, Jessi, the lady's characteristics manifest in all complexities this love cycle goes through. This is a very unconventional characterization by Menon as this is the first time, I saw, a complete movie is dedicated to the 'unpredicatble woman'.
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AR Rahman's BG score and Music captures the mood just right. The movie is stylishly made as is Menon's wont. The Alleppey shots are breath-taking and Rajeev Menon got a credit for the location. Samantha, the lady in Telugu version is perfectly cast. Her costumes are perfect and her acting elegant. I did not quite get Nagachaitanya's line of acting. He was just being himself all through the movie and could not present his character well. Even the earnestness seen in his debut movie is missing. Gautam Vasudev Menon continues his Surya S/O Krishnan (Vaaranam Aayiram) kind of musings in Ye Maaya Chesave.

Well, the 80 year old living legend of Tamil cinema Balachander wrote the viewers are wise and they got it, the viewers who liked the movie point to us Balachander is a legend and those who didn't say, rather uncharitably, that KB is now 80 and lost sense of judgement!

The reactions are so drastically different. Some rave about it and others completely trash it. One of my friends' mom supposedly said she always wondered why viewers would throw stones at a screen until she saw this one! Others with their brush with cupid can't stop raving about how the complexities of a crush are beautifully portrayed on screen. Ye Maaya Chesave is like poetry. Those who can relate to it appreciate it. Those who can't get bored like hell. It is an intensely personal experience, like Menon's earlier Surya starrer. It is a genuinely honest movie, well-made. The only mistake, I thought, was changing the climax for Telugu. The original climax would have avoided the confusion that now set in about the 'story' of the movie. Changing the climax killed the spirit of the movie and made the viewers wonder about the whole point of the movie.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Love's Labor is Never Lost

...... My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him
for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling
when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into
marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting
tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before,
has now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and
extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship
and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments,
like a little girl yearning for candy.

My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of
sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic
moments into our marriage has disheartened me about
love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision,
that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired,there are no reasons for everything in
the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep
thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My
feeling of disappointment only increased, here was
a man who can't even express his predicament, what
else can I hope from him? And finally he asked
me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody
said it right, it's hard to change a person's p
ersonality, and I guess, I have started losing
faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered :
"Here is the question, if you can answer and
convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's
say,I want a flower located on the face of a
mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking
the flower will cause your death, will you do it
for me?"

He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I wokeup the next morning to find him gone, and
saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting,
underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near
the front door, that goes....My dear,"I would not
pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
explain the reasons further.."

This first line was already breaking my heart. I
continued reading."When you use the computer you
always mess up the Software programs,and you cry
in front of the screen, I have to saved my fingers
so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I
have to save my legs to rush home to open the door
for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new
city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.You like
to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be
infected by infantile autism. I have to save my
mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your
boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that
will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save
my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to
clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying
white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while
strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine
and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of
flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young
face...Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is
someone who loves you more than I do... I could not
pick that flower yet, and die.. "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of
his handwriting...and as I conntinue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if
you are satisfied, please open the front door for
I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread
and fresh milk...I rush to pull open the door, and
saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his
hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now
I am very sure that no one will ever love me as
much as he does,and I have decided to leave the
flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by
love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one
tends to ignore the true love that lies in between
the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms,
even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been
a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. .
flowers,and romantic moments are only used and appear
on the surface of the relationship. Under all this,
the pillar of true love stands...and that's our life...
Love, not words win arguments.